a sub-web of Spirit Mythos
The Women gather around the Moonstone. Their eyes shine with the light of the stars. Their bodies are filled with star light. Their hair pours from the font of the sun in strands of gold, red, brown and black. It is flame licking their shoulders. Their skin gleams like the petals of lotus tongues. Their faces are moonlight caught in pools of the earth, flinging their images back into the sky. The Women are bold yet not concerned with boldness. They are at peace, yet do not seek peace. They are LOVE, but their mouths know not the formation of the words of love. They become one with the Moonstone, baring it's single white tooth to the heavens. It marks the distance from nothing to nowhere. As the Women hold the note of Love among them, so the Moonstone glows brighter and seems to take on a living, human form. She Becomes...her limbs outstretch, her face tilts upward, her eyes are planets in the starry firmament. Out of every soul of the Women, so SHE is given her nature...and that nature is divine.
Women of the Avalon Shield, let us open to the experience of the Women as they quicken life in a stone. For is not all life in a single stone? Every part is the whole, a hologram of the Sacred in all things.
see also Wyse Wymen of the White Owl
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